Chapter 8

Afterward, Jun Xiaoyao took Jun Linglong and Jun Zhantian back to Tiangong.

As for the other Jun family youths in the combat arena, they watched his departure with envy and awe.

If Jun Xiaoyao had performed poorly, everyone would have had complaints.

But now, Jun Xiaoyao’s performance had completely won them over.

Haven’t you seen how willingly Jun Linglong has become Jun Xiaoyao’s maid?

“Do you think Jun Zhangjian will come to reclaim his honor?” asked a young Jun family member curiously.

“No way—if Jun Zhangjian isn’t stupid, he won’t provoke the Divine Son,” others shook their heads.

Everyone knew Jun Xiaoyao was highly favored by the Eighteen Ancestors, with an limitless future—he was destined to become the pillar of the Jun family.

If Jun Zhangjian dared to offend Jun Xiaoyao over Lan Qingya, he’d be utterly insane.

As for Jun Xiaoyao himself, he didn’t give Jun Zhangjian a second thought.

If Jun Zhangjian came to avenge Lan Qingya, Jun Xiaoyao would gladly fight him.

“Is this Tiangong?”

Jun Linglong gazed at the majestic palace before her, her expression tinged with excitement.

Though her status was high, she had never been granted entry to Tiangong.

“Relax, no need to be so formal,” Jun Xiaoyao waved his hand.

“Thank you, Divine Son,” Jun Linglong bowed to Jun Xiaoyao with a sweet smile.

“For anyone else, even getting Jun Linglong to glance their way is impossible—I can simply make her my maid. Is this power and status?” Jun Xiaoyao marveled inwardly.

Being born into the right family truly is an art.

“By the way, Grandpa, now that Linglong takes care of my daily needs, you don’t need to come every day,” Jun Xiaoyao turned and said.

“Hey, you brat…” Jun Zhantian scowled, puffing out his cheeks.

Got a pretty maid and you’re already ditching your grandfather?

But Jun Zhantian couldn’t resist Jun Xiaoyao and eventually gave in—though he still came occasionally to give teachings.

In the following days, Jun Xiaoyao devoted himself to comprehending the Body Refinement technique, Divine Elephant Subjugating Hell.

Divine Elephant Subjugating Hell isn’t merely about gaining immense strength—it also contains countless martial techniques.

For instance, it can evolve into the supreme offensive technique: Mingshenzhimao .

Because the Ancient Divine Elephant can suppress boundless hells, absorb hellish spiritual energy, and forge it into a spear that pierces all.

It can also evolve into the ultimate defensive technique: Mingshenshouhu , unbreakable and indestructible.

Even, it can condense into Demon Wings—when flapped, they enable rapid flight through empty space.

As Jun Xiaoyao’s comprehension deepened, more abilities would unlock.

In the end, he could even manifest the true Ancient Divine Elephant, summon the Gates of Hell, and command endless demons to fight for him!

“This Divine Elephant Subjugating Hell is incredibly practical,” Jun Xiaoyao marveled.

Though the Jun family possessed many supreme Body Refinement techniques, none matched Divine Elephant Subjugating Hell in versatility.

“I really hope I get another sign-in chance,” Jun Xiaoyao couldn’t wait to sign in again.

Ding!

At that moment, a system voice echoed again in Jun Xiaoyao’s mind.

“Congratulations, Host! A new sign-in location has refreshed!”

“Sign in at the Ten-Year-Old Banquet!”

Jun Xiaoyao paused, startled: “Ten-Year-Old Banquet? Is this my own?”

He had heard from Jun Zhantian that when he turned ten, the Jun family would host a grand banquet in his honor.

They would invite countless forces from the Huangtian Immortal Realm—ancient clans, supreme lineages, and more—to attend.

Even Jun Xiaoyao’s Zero Sequence identity would be revealed at the banquet.

This feast would be Jun Xiaoyao’s first public appearance in the mortal world.

“It seems sign-in locations and times are random—no pattern,” Jun Xiaoyao mused.

But it didn’t matter—Divine Elephant Subjugating Hell and the Chaos Divine Mill Contemplation Method were already more than enough for his current cultivation.

“I’m actually looking forward to the Ten-Year-Old Banquet…” Jun Xiaoyao smiled faintly.

“By the way, why hasn’t Jun Zhangjian moved yet? Has he really backed down?”

Jun Xiaoyao muttered inwardly, slightly disappointed.

At the same moment.

Within the Jun family, on a floating spiritual isle suspended in empty space.

The Jun family’s Top Ten Sequences received privileges unlike ordinary prodigies—each had their own independent residence.

Whether it was Tiangong, a divine isle, or a sacred cave realm.

This spiritual isle was the residence of Jun Zhangjian, the Jun family’s Tenth Sequence.

Upon the isle stood a mountain peak, shaped like a giant sword piercing the heavens, radiating sword qi as terrifying as divine wrath!

At the mountain’s base, dressed in a blue gown, Lan Qingya had waited for days.

“Has Master Zhangjian not emerged yet?” Lan Qingya’s expression betrayed anxiety, grievance, and resentment.

The more she recalled the events in the combat arena, the more suffocated and furious she felt.

But she dared not provoke Jun Xiaoyao or Jun Linglong—she could only rely on Jun Zhangjian.

In the past, whenever someone offended Lan Qingya, all she had to do was seek Jun Zhangjian—and the offender always apologized.

It was precisely this that cultivated her arrogant, entitled nature.

Boom!

At that moment, a massive surge erupted from the mountain’s peak.

A terrifying magical energy storm swept across heaven and earth, forming a colossal whirlwind.

“It’s Master Zhangjian—he’s broken through again!”

On the spiritual isle, several of Jun Zhangjian’s followers were startled, their gazes fixed on the mountain peak.

Lan Qingya’s grievance vanished, replaced by exhilaration.

Jun Zhangjian had broken through—his power strengthened further. He could surely avenge her.

Even if he couldn’t punish Jun Xiaoyao, at least he could teach Jun Linglong a lesson.

From atop the mountain, a black-robed teenager with a sword on his back stepped down through empty space.

Ordinarily, after reaching the Spiritual Sea Realm and advancing to the Divine Palace Realm, one could walk through the air.

Clearly, this black-robed teenager was already a Divine Palace Realm expert.

He appeared thirteen or fourteen years old, his ink-black hair flowing, his dark eyes deep and profound—his entire aura resembled a divine sword cleaving through heaven, instilling awe and fear.

This black-robed teenager was none other than Jun Zhangjian, the Jun family’s Tenth Sequence!

Legend said that on the day he was born, every sword wielded by the Jun family spontaneously unsheathed and pointed toward his birthplace.

He was born with a pure Sword Heart, possessed the Indestructible Sword Body, could contain boundless sword qi within himself, and displayed monstrous talent for sword techniques and martial arts.

It was precisely because of these gifts that Jun Zhangjian rose powerfully to become one of the Top Ten Sequences.

Though he ranked last as the Tenth Sequence, he was still no one to underestimate.

Remember, the Jun family had countless young prodigies—earning a Sequence identity was incredibly difficult.

Not everyone was like Jun Xiaoyao, born with supreme status and unparalleled position.

“Qingya, have you been waiting for me?”

Jun Zhangjian landed; his followers bowed respectfully, but he ignored them entirely, fixing his gaze on Lan Qingya.

“Master Zhangjian!”

Lan Qingya forced out a few tears, her face full of grievance, and flung herself into Jun Zhangjian’s arms.

“That bitch…” the other followers muttered inwardly, their eyes filled with contempt.

As Jun Zhangjian’s followers themselves, they also disliked Lan Qingya’s behavior.

She called Jun Linglong a green tea bitch—yet she herself was the real green tea bitch.

“What’s wrong? Who upset you again?” Jun Zhangjian smiled faintly.

He did indeed favor Lan Qingya, treating her differently from his other followers.

“It’s like this…” Lan Qingya recounted everything.

Then she wept pitifully on her own: “Master Zhangjian, I only acted for your honor—but who knew that Jun Xiaoyao and Jun Linglong…”

“You say… you provoked Jun Xiaoyao?”

His black hair concealed his eyes, hiding his expression.

“Yes, Master Zhangjian, you must avenge me…” Lan Qingya pleaded pitifully.

Slap!

But what met her was a loud slap!

“Are you trying to get me killed?!”